He had spent his entire life in that
gully playing street-cricket and dancing in the rain during G
anesh Visarjan; it was the only home he had ever known. As he looked at his mother's
kholi one last time, a tear trickled down his round cheek. The bulldozers had arrived.
2 comments:
a potent moment captured effortlessly..
U r gr8.
Hats off to you.
no ones written so much in so few lines.
Sheer genius wat else do i call it?
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